Lauren

The sight of Shane and Ilya kissing had awakened a libidinal desire in many women, both heterosexual and queer, like an army of sleeper-cell agents hungry for more. There’s a word for this. In our new cover story, E. Alex Jung takes you on a tour of the fujoshi universe: tinyurl.com/3c3stbw7

I'm the fujoshi they warned you about in New York Magazine

雪遊びの楽しさを分かち合いたい...！🤗

sailor mars melting ice that reads “fuck ice”

sometimes magical, always anti-fascist.

#fuckice #abolishice

I don't want gen AI in my browser
I don't want gen AI in my pc
I don't want gen AI in my art
I don't want gen AI in my games
I don't want gen AI in my music
I don't want gen AI in my movies
I don't want gen AI in my books
I don't want gen AI in my cart
I don't want gen AI in my life

I wish I had friends in this fandom who would understand my “only Rean Schwarzer would finally discover comfortable clothes but insist on a pointless skinny belt to emphasize his slutty little waist” joke 😩

Sorry for the boomer screenshot (idc my ps5 exists outside of my control) but this one took me a solid fucking minute because (a) I have read so much Crow/Rean fanfic that I truly forgot it’s not canon, and (b) I also watched Heated Rivalry

ALSO: This is excellent character development but Rean Schwarzer sounds like a grown-ass man and I am SHOOK. Where is that sweet baby boy? It was just yesterday he did the anime pratfall into Alisa’s tits and you could HEAR his voice just trying not to break.

I started Trails Beyond the Horizon - I needed something nice in my life because on the work front I am suffering - and I don’t know what I expected of the prologue but a long series of scenes set to tropical music where literally everyone at the work dinner hits on Van Arkride was not it.

ice agent slipping, painted on an acrylic @handittoheather on instagram

this is what the nail girlies are up to

A rabbi asked his pupils how they could tell when the night had ended and the day was on its way back. “Could it be,”asked one student, “when you can see an animal in the distance and tell whether it is a sheep or a dog?” “No,” answered the rabbi. “ Could it be,” asked another, “ when you can look at a tree in the distance and tell whether it is a fig tree or a peach tree?” “No,” said the rabbi. “Well, then what is it?” his pupils demanded. “It is when you look on the face of any woman or man and see that they are your sister or brother. Because if you cannot do this, then no matter what time it is, it is still night.”

Cats exist to remind us not to worry too much or they’ll give us something to worry about 🤣

I truly can’t see what you’d move while still avoiding two next to each other! I am not a quilter though 😹

Okay, I will preface this with the GIGANTIC disclaimer that I promise I know how this looks, and I *swear* this is not personally motivated: If you have an old #LiveJournal account, and it has things you still care about in it, download it or import it to Dreamwidth SOON. Details:

This is lovely!!!

This is sooooo beautiful!!!

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Sorry my Bluesky is largely my circa 2002 Livejournal but here we are 🤷🏻‍♀️

I’m just feeling lonely and sad in a way that I can’t shake. I wish I knew how to. But I’m functional so I’m doing better than last year, at least. It doesn’t always feel like it, but I am.

Christmas is harder than usual this year for reasons that are entirely my own fault, and I hate that I’m having to live through the consequences of untreated or early-treatment trauma symptoms/responses but I know this year will probably be the hardest and things will get easier.

It’s not really a thought worth giving air; it’s just the best way I can think of to explain it. Just like all the anxiety and depression aren’t worth giving air, except they’re the reason I’ve only left the house once in the last 11 days. I feel weirdly paralyzed.

I feel like a grotesque funhouse mirror version of my former self. Like if I was a person tabloids cared about, I’d be on the cover with “SHOCKING PICS! WHAT HAPPENED!?” and the pics are just me and my life.

Well, here we are. Nairobi overall fell under the category of “not a disaster” but between the jet lag, the inevitable post-trip gastro thing, a badly timed med increase, and my rapidly decreasing supply of fucks to give, I’m just… not doing great.

I’m actually feeling pretty good. Having some pain but nothing serious, just my wrists and that’s probably because I’ve been playing Trails in the Sky 1st on my switch during my downtime and I’m fragile these days.

Anyway. I’m not out the door yet - in fact, I have an afternoon at the hotel ahead of me before transit to the airport at 7pm for an 11pm flight, during which I will sleep, so help me god. And then eight hours in Charles de Gaulle, but I booked the terminal hotel so I can shower and nap.

It’s sad, though, because I love the people in this project. We have such great partners who hold so much competence and expertise (often in stark contrast to the hot mess our organization pretends not to be).

Which is why I’m applying for jobs now, knowing I’m in the best position I can be considering the shitty organizational context - they can’t do required things without me (or a very expensive consultant), but I can do whatever I want without them.

There were some tension points. My boss seems to always try to push things in ways that I find hard to handle. And I don’t love that my technical expertise doesn’t seem to be valued. Or maybe I don’t feel valued in general at all.

The work and pace was also different. I wasn’t needed for absolutely everything, so it was fine if I took 30 minutes or an hour once or twice a day except for the session I was actually running.

Finishing up here in NBO and it was not an easy week, but I don’t think it was a disaster week like my last trip. Partly, I just planned to take breaks during the day and that made a huge fucking difference.